The Sky is Icy

I run through the school of thought, which steeps itself, in hiding in the blankets of ignorance. To jump under the duvet of naivete and roll amongst the spoon fed hearsay is a stroll down a picturesque cornfield where you can no longer see your surroundings. Kissing the blissful temptation of red-haired scarcity in an aloof, over-saturated market of knowledge and misunderstanding.

Walk with me, hand-in-hand, through this overgrown, unkept forest. Laugh, jump, punch. Bring me to that understanding -- our understanding, but not unlike the understanding. Forget them -- the whole fuckin' lot of them and scream. Just scream.

Just swim with me. Just.